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Page 190 - if you can! Chee, chee, chee ! " 6. Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight! There as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might: "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Nice, good wife that never goes out, Keeping house while I frolic about. Ghee, chee, chee!
Page 191 - Soon as the little ones chip the shell Six wide mouths are open for food; Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well, Gathering seed, for the hungry brood. " Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow like me. Chee, chee, chee!
Page 190 - 4. Modest and shy as a nun is she, One weak chirp is her only note; Braggart and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat: " Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Never was I afraid of man, Catch me, you cowards, if you can! Chee, chee, chee
Page 35 - 4. Ah, you are so great, and I am so small, I tremble to think of you, World, at all. And yet when I said my prayers to-day A whisper within me seemed to say: " You are more than this World, though you are such a dot; You can love and think, and the World can not!
Page 191 - Summer wanes ; the children are grown; Fun and frolic no more he knows; Robert of Lincoln's a humdrum crone; Off he flies, and we sing as he goes: " Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; When you can pipe that merry old
Page 160 - He would cry, and laugh with glee — It wasn't the china closet; But he still had Two and Three. 7. " You are up in Papa's big bedroom, In the chest with the queer old key! " And she said: " You are warm and warmer; But you're not quite right,
Page 161 - Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. A
Page 161 - And they never had stirred from their places, Right under the maple tree — This old, old, old, old lady, And the boy with the lame little knee — This dear, dear, dear old lady, And the boy who was half past three. — HC
Page 28 - Summer fading, winter comes — Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. 2. Water now is turned to stone — Stone that I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks, In the picture story-books. 3. All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children's eye, Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, In the picture story-books.
Page 207 - VERSES TO BE MEMORIZED, If wisdom's ways you'd wisely seek, Five things observe with care; Of whom you speak, to whom you speak, And how, and when, and where. If thou know'st no good to say Of thy brother, foe, or friend, Take thou, then, the silent -way, Lest in word thou should'st offend. Honor and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part — there all the honor lies.